The Mexican Cultural Institute of Washington, D.C. is committed to enriching the relationship between Mexico and the United States by sharing Mexico's vibrant cultural past and present with the local community. Since its establishment in 1990, the Institute has succeeded in presenting diverse, ongoing cultural programs and has become a thriving artistic center in the heart of Washington. Over the past two decades, the Institute has developed cultural programming in partnership with many institutions in the nation's capital including the Smithsonian Institution, the John F. Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts, the National Gallery of Art, the Library of Congress, among others.

A new phase at the Institute features the following focal points for development:

a) Mexico as a plural, diverse, and creative culture

b) Artistic dialogue between Mexico and the United States

c) Education for the arts

The Mexican Cultural Institute is a 501 (c) 3 non-profit organization that relies on private, corporate and foundation support to fulfill its mission.

Through a restructured Outreach Progam, we have extended invitations to students from around the Washington Metropolitan area. We welcome our younger audiences to the Institute to learn about the vibrancy of Mexican Culture and develop a deeper cultural awareness. Guided Tours are available, free of charge. Please contact Arlene Alvarez for more information.

The Mexican Cultural Institute is an ideal place to expose young students to Mexico's culture and art. As part of a the Culture at Home program here in DC, sisters Kamaria and Nyanda Wright wrote the following poems, upon seeing Nan Goldin's "Suzanne with Mona Lisa" and Wayne Miller's "Mexico, 1953" on display in our Luces y Sombras exhibition. This type of in-depth experience with the artwork represents the rich opportunity that the Institute provides for school groups. Contact the aforementioned Arlene Alvarez today for more information about setting up a tour.

The Little Bird
Kamaria Wright

I smile at myself and
the broken down perspective I once knew
Red was not the color
of the eruption
but the color of the blood flowing through my
calling me
begging me
grabbing me to see
my reflection
not the mirror, but the image
not the surroundings, but the happening
that gravitates within me
suspend these stereotypes
and drop them.

I know why I love to sing
and portray the ancient soul
in the midst of the busy world.

And when life drops the seed to grow my hope
I get up and start again
and face the giant in the sky
The red bars that can never hold me in
for I am the atmosphere
that the little birds fly on
the summer sky that turns orange.

Then what is the reflection of life?
What is the common burden that we share?
And what would life be like, without it?


Black + White
Nyanda Wright

Saddened faces tinged with dirt
Is life what makes the face hurt?
Draped under a sky of constant change.

Little smiles, given a life unique
to others, express a view
far greater than the horizon.

Some dream in corners wondering
if anyone would recognize them,
breathing out a vocal song

Captured in mellow black and
white expressing a cultural oneness
both plainly seen.

Forming a thought spoken there
with words written through no words.
Grasping a concept of life.